The Island: Come And See/The Landlord's Daughter/You'll Not Feel The Drowning - The Decemberists

There’s an island hidden in the sound

Lapping currents lay your boat to ground

Affix your barb and bayonet

The curlews carve their Arabesques

And sorrow fills the silence all around

You come and see

There’s a harbor lost within the reeds

A jetty caught in over-hanging trees

Among the bones of cormorants

No boot-mark here nor fingerprints

The rivers roll down to a soundless sea

You come and see

Come and see-e-e

The tides will come and go

Witnessed by no waking eye

The willows mark the wind

And all we know for sure amidst this fading light

We’ll not go home again

Come and see-e-e-e

Come and see-e-e-e-e-e

In the lowlands, nestled in the heat

A brier cradle rocks its babe to sleep

Its contents watched by Sycorax

And patagon in paralax

A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep

You come and see

Come and see-e-e

The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye

The willows mark the wind

And all we know for sure amidst this fading light

We’ll not go home again

Come and see-e-e-e

Come and see-e-e-e-e-e

As I was rambled

Down by the water

I spied in sable

The landlord’s daughter

Produced my pistol

Then my saber

To make no whistle

Or thou will be murdered

La-ord

La-ord

She cursed, she shivered

She cried for mercy:

«My gold and silver

If thou will release me»

La-ord

La-ord

La-ord

I’ll take no gold, miss

I’ll take no silver

I’ll take those sweet lips

And thou will deliver

La-ord

La-ord

I will dress your eyelids

With dimes upon your eyes

Laying close to water

Green your grave will rise

Go to sleep now little ugly

Go to sleep now you little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You’ll not feel the drowning

You’ll not feel the drowning

Forget you once had sweethearts

They’ve forgotten you

Think you not on parents

They’ve forgotten too

Go to sleep now little ugly

Go to sleep now you little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You’ll not feel the drowning

You’ll not feel the drowning

Go to sleep now little ugly

Go to sleep now you little fool

Forty-winking in the belfry

You’ll not feel the drowning

You’ll not feel the drowning

Hear you now the captain

Heed his sorrowed cry

Weight upon your eyelids

Is dimes laid on your eyes